"She'll love you, I know 't." Simon sighed, as you both stood on his childhood home's doorstep, where his mother lived.

"Trust me, she'll love y'. I've been ravin' about ye since we met, sweet."

The door opened slowly, and a loving mother rushed forward to hug her son instantly, backing away to size you up, the smile fading from her face as you put your hand out.

"Oh.. Simon lovie, I thought.. you'd be bringing home a lovely Brit girl.." she muttered, sounding disappointed as she took in your sight, and you could almost hear the thoughts of 'she doesn't deserve my baby boy' and 'what a gold digger' flood her judging eyes.